I hope you're always proud of the space you take up.

You starve away your feelings as if it will somehow teach you

       not to need

       not to want

       not to be.

You starve away your feelings to distract you from the hollowness that lives in your chest. 

You starve away  your feelings hoping to finally be free. 

But freedom doesn't live in a shallow grave or in a bottle of your father's tears.

Freedom doesn't live in a jar of ashes on your parent's mantel.

Your parents tried and your sisters tried.

And your brother begged you to stay. 

You can't save someone that doesn't want to save themselves.

Please save yourself.